You might find it sort of strange
That I recall the color of your clothes
But there's more in storage and there's more I know
I think I know how it goes
It starts with shows
And the seed of something grows
That first scene together
Placed on the summertime play stage
Acting out the fall in paradise
But our garden hadn't grown any spice
Years would pass without a touch
But I always kept track of your grin and a half
The warm weather in your voice
And the blast of your klaxon laugh
Come on strike the set
We've got a lot left to go through
It's not all a breeze
But it's easy when I love you
I still feel gorgeous inside the skin you stargazed
And silly in the socks you picked on to my face
Your close-ear poetry still stands-up my freckles
And I still feel the shapes you've drawn
That first play together
In the prime of the wintertime theater
Sporting our disguises and knives
Wearing our way to the rest of our lives
Years would pass before the lake scene
Pouring our sand on the golfcart hill
But by the time we arrived I had rehearsed well
For the passion that we're polishing still
Now let's bow to our knees to the powers that be:
The roll of old infinites that showed you to me
They told me they sold these gold memories for free
For free
This privilege in the village of three
This privilege in the village of three
This billion-star-sided sky did trick the die
Rigged me to win but I don't know why
Now I imbibe a lifetime supply
But I don't know why
This privilege in the village of three
This privilege in the village of three
I feel like I've shot to the
Very top of some mile long waiting list
From some kind of clerical error
That earned me your love
I did nothing to deserve this privilege